Besides baby brother, the guy I talk to most about dating has got to be Dazzle. I have no idea how our friendship has evolved into what we now share. Potentially, it's due to bonding during revivals of drunken Davis traditions (i.e. Picnic Day & Houseboats) and our alliance against technology's misguided efforts to keep us apart. However it happened, we talk frequently about lots of things, including our love lives - or lack thereof.
So, during our last exchange, Dazzle informed me about his newly-discovered dating desire. He wants a Sunday Girlfriend. A what, you say? Oh, that's right, a Sunday Girlfriend. I've never heard of this before and I have no idea if it extends beyond the distorted workings of Dazzle's mind.
Apparently, when the wild carousing of Friday and Saturday night is over, you're recovering from the weekend, and dreading the arrival of the work week & Monday (the merciless, humorless, and unfailing matriarch of the work week), it gets lonely. It may occur to you that it would be quite lovely to have a sweet lady, all tenderness and devotion, to wake up to as the glow of Sunday's light steals through your window. Maybe share a morning quickie followed by the crossword, sudoku, and Post Secret in bed and then brunch with mimosas and bloodys. Possibly to be followed by an afternoon of football cuddled on the couch or a matinee. A stroll outside at dusk - preferably with a puppy - would cap off a seemingly perfect day with your Sunday Girlfriend and the two of you would part ways to meet again next week.
Thus, Sunday usually finds Dazzle melancholy and befuddled. I can't say I blame him. That Sunday sounds awfully nice.
